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Jogging is an inefficient means of transportation.

I ran outside for the first time this summer, after running on a treadmill these past few months.
I never realized how…slow…jogging was—especially noticable with passing cars.

Anyways, had a really great 10K run with a break halfway through to jump in the water at the beach. Beautiful feeling.

I like running.
Not many activities exist where there’s a clear and immediate relationship between effort and reward. It’s gratifying—much better than years of academic toil to get into professional school.

“NERDISM conveys a certain comfort with technology, a certain faith in science to be sure, but also, it builds its teams around abstractions, ideas, weird enthusiasms. From Battlestar Galactica to cosplay to steampunk; from spirit photography to antique cocktails; from political news to even sports*, paradoxically, and, as well, the idea of free and fair elections in Iran.”

—I’m a big fan of John Hodgman

I’m finding it impossible to peel myself away from the news right now. Some of the video coming into CNN is especially chilling.

How is this going to end?
How is this going to end?

Screw this funk.

I’m living life.

Ridiculous.

I shouldn’t be sharing this, because it’s coming from a bad place. But it’s late, I’m tired, and I don’t care right now. I also find humour in this situation.

I find it funny that I’ve always made fun of corny dating websites and called them “desperate” or “socially hitting rock bottom”.
—> Yet, I just created an account.

I find it funny that I committed a really long time answering a tediously detailed personality questionaire.
—> Yet, I just received zero personality matches.

Well, that was a big waste of time.
This is embarrasing.

I laugh?

Been in a funk lately.

Have the nagging feeling that I’m wasting my days.
In truth, I probably have been misusing a lot of life lately.

My latest female pursuit has gone awry, though I guess I should have expected it.
Oh well.
Blogging about such things is way corny.

My ongoing project—expanding my musical tastes—has led me to listen to much Diana Krall. Especially at night.
Well, it’s strange. I don’t listen to her the same way I listen to my classical stuff. With her music, it’s more about soaking up the atmospheric vibe wafting out of my speakers.

I still have this idea of becoming a well-read, multi-talented, and content person over this summer. I think the problem is that I spend too much time thinking about it and not enough time…not thinking?